After Zhongli left, for fear that Wendy would be overstretched by the wine in his stomach, Famas untied his waistband. Also worried that Wendy would feel suffocated because of the lack of air circulation in the room, he unzipped the bow and pulled it off.
He was wearing a cloak and unbuttoned a few shirt buttons for Wendy.
Except for his undershirt, white socks, and hat, all the clothes on the boy's body were stripped off by Famas.
"Bo."
The breeze blew through his sweat-stained hair. Famas pinched the sleeping face of the boy on his lap, then got up and went to make some sobering tea.
A gentleman will not take advantage of others' danger.
However, when Wendy woke up in the middle of the night and found that she was disheveled and holding a red-and-white-haired boy in her arms, she fell into the longest period of contemplation since she was born.
Who am I, where am I, what have I done?
On the other side, on the first floor of the Hall of Rebirth, the rock elemental power around Zhongli's body was vibrating. He washed away the smell of alcohol. As he walked down the stairs, he immediately saw Hutao lying on the counter in the front hall, sleeping soundly.
The blinds behind the table blocked the cold moonlight, but the candlelight floating on the table shone on Hu Tao's white and tender face.
Looking at the girl's outstretched arms and her chin resting on the table, Zhongli sighed. The master of Hutao Hall might have a stiff neck again tomorrow morning.
Zhongli still remembers the scene when he first met Hu Tao. At that time, Hu Tao was still young and the old hall master had not yet left. Little Hu Tao was sitting on the steps in front of the Hall of Purity, endorsements in confusion, waiting for her grandfather and
Come back from outside by yourself.
So Zhongli, while serving as the guest of the Hall of Purity, also served as Hu Tao's teacher. Until the old hall master died of illness, Hu Tao, who had not yet become the new hall master, could take care of all the affairs of the Hall of Purity by himself, and be meticulous about everything.
Satisfy the other stewards.
Zhongli walked softly behind the sleeping Hu Tao, where there was a pile of changes of clothes.
Zhongli picked up a relatively clean piece of clothing and put it on Hutao's body, then bent down, straightened her head, and put his arms back under her head.
"Zhongli...Sir, have you...finally finished talking?"
Ripe brown and jet black hair are intertwined, and the black clothes cover the dark clothes, as if they are integrated into one body.
Hutao took Zhongli's hand and rubbed his palm affectionately with her soft chin. Her eyes were curved into a beautiful arc. She had just woken up and spoke to Zhongli with unclear speech.
"Mr. Zhongli goes out so late, is he going to do something?"
Letting go of Zhongli's hand, Hutao straightened up and lazily puffed up his unremarkable chest.
"Still, are you going to find that...Dadalia?"
Hutao frowned, pulling on Zhongli's clothes like he did when he was a child.
"In my opinion, that idiotic executive approached you with bad intentions! You are our guest at the Rebirth Hall, and you must not be abducted!"
Before Zhongli had time to answer, the quirky girl continued: "Unless Mr. Zhongli brings back that mobile wallet."
Hutao smiled happily, stood up and hugged Zhongli's arm, as if she had seen the scene where the Hall of Rebirth received a large amount of funds from Beiguo Bank, while Zhongli looked helpless.
The girl's serious state cannot last long, and she starts talking nonsense.
Zhongli was in a daze as he listened to Hu Tao's nagging. This quirky girl would always jump crazily on the edge of her own explosion, and when Zhongli couldn't help but want to teach her a lesson, Hu Tao would quickly shrink back and vomit.
He apologized and explained to Zhongli with his tongue hanging out.
Combined with her sincere demeanor and a set of self-contained logical theoretical systems, she looks exactly like a certain wind god.
Zhongli even wondered why Hu Tao, who was so cute when he was a child, became like this when he grew up?
"They will stay in my room tonight, and I will go out...to drink tea."
Zhongli tried his best to pull out the hug of Hutao in his hand, and showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, like a brisk smile of a rock that has experienced vicissitudes of life and looks forward to the future. He raised his hand and rubbed the kitten-like smile.
Walnut head, then slowly put it down and stepped out of the door of the Hall of Purity.
"Hey, Mr. Zhongli?"
Hu Tao was just about to chase after her, but her toe accidentally hit the corner of the table. The plum branches randomly placed on the desk trembled, the golden embossed pen holder fell down, and the red and orange brush fell on the ebony table. "Ouch! It hurts!"
Hutao screamed in pain, stretched out his hand to hug his right foot, and jumped up and down in the front hall on one knee.
Zhongli, who walked out of the Hall of Rebirth, automatically blocked Hu Tao's chatter behind him. Although there were many rooms in the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli wanted to go out for a walk.
He didn't dare to get drunk like Wendy, and the burden of managing Liyue still fell on his shoulders.
The night market is filled with the strong aroma of wine, the docks are brightly lit, and fish and dragons are dancing. The emperor was assassinated just this morning, but thanks to the news blockade of Qixing, so far, only a few people know what happened on Yujing Platform.
The truth is that even the spectators who saw their dragon body fall were given a strict silence order.
But Zhongli knew that this situation would not last long, as there was an undercurrent brewing under Liyue's calm exterior.
Not long after he stepped out of the Hall of Purity, an orange-haired young man quietly appeared behind Zhongli. Zhongli, who was very perceptive, could not help but sigh that the fools had done a good job in providing intelligence information.
"Mr. Zhongli, good evening!"
The young Fool Executives were all smiles, and their blue eyes reflected the light of the lantern.
"Good evening, sir."
Zhongli looked calm, not caring at all that Dadalia could find him so quickly.
"This store's candied haws on a stick is the most famous."
The two of them stood in front of a shop selling candied haws, and the red lanterns illuminated the hawthorns' red color even more beautifully.
"Shopkeeper, please bring two bunches of candied haws!"
Dadalia immediately understood what Zhongli meant, waved his hand and asked the boss to pack two bunches of candied haws for him.
"The refining of syrup, the heat of baking, the selection of ingredients, and the above-mentioned hawthorns, the syrup is boiled repeatedly. At the right time, it is quickly dipped in a thin layer of syrup with the right temperature, which is cool, crisp and sweet.
The rock sugar is crystal clear and the fruit is fresh and delicious, with a distinct taste."
Listening to Zhongli's explanation, Dadalia took a bite of the candied haws in his hand. He didn't particularly care about the taste of the food, but after Zhongli said it, the candied haws in his hand seemed to contain many secrets.
However, what he doesn't know is that the candied haws here are not only the most exquisite in craftsmanship, but also the most expensive in Liyue.
As expected of Mr. Zhongli, he only buys expensive ones.
The weather in Liyue is never cold. The temperature is just right enough to prevent the rock sugar from melting and freezing the teeth. If we were in the solstice country, the candied haws would have been frozen as hard as stone, and one bite would probably break the teeth.<
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Zhongli still had the same gentle and leisurely eating look, as if soaked in the warmth of this rich land.
Biting the candied haws, the two of them walked side by side in the direction of Beiguo Bank. Dadalia also wanted to talk to Zhongli about the plan, and asked him why he was in such a hurry to leave at noon, but he saw a smiling child like a child.
Zhongli.
Before Dadalia could speak, Zhongli said something incomprehensible in a flat tone.
"Do you have any rooms available at Northland Bank?"
"Yes, but it is prepared for distinguished guests..."
Dadalia replied subconsciously. Zhongli turned his head and stared at the orange-haired young man whose mouth was full of sugar residue with his golden eyes.